Wow, how late is this, omg. So sorry guys. I'm really bad at updating, but this is the last bit! I'm not very happy with it personally, but I hope it isn't too terrible.
I'm so thankful for the response that you guys made, seriously, it brought tears to my eyes.
So thank you, and enjoy~
Walking back to Quincey House was nerve-wracking, to say in the least. Kurt was almost to the point of hyperventilating, cursing the wind that was ruffling his hair and cursing that goddamned people who thought it'd be a good idea to wear uniforms. They were drab, unflattering, and he needed to stand out in moments like these, not conform! When class had let out, it was a rush of bodies and rustling papers, David and Wes casually barring the brunette's way to Blaine with conversation and posed figures. The hallway was about as perfect an opportunity to find him as a needle in a haystack would have been.
"Kurt?"
Of course, only Kurt would be able to reflect on events leading prior to this meeting and not notice the one boy he was crushing on walk right up to him.
"Oh, hi."
Wow, that was cool. Not.
It was all Kurt could do before doing something he'd regret, like, I don't know, taking the curly-headed boy to the nearest room and getting (as Santana would say) "wanky".
"Listen, Kurt, about History class…"
Kurt cut over him, "No, Blaine, don't."
The latter stopped, looking at the other junior and Kurt took this as a good sign, continuing,
"I realize I was way out of line, and I apologize. We've only known each other for a couple of months while the other boys have known you for a couple of years. So, of course they'd be justified to act like that around you. I hope you realize non of it was personal," The countertenor got stiff at that; formal and polite to a point where Blaine knew it wasn't right, knew that Kurt was uncomfortable.
"I just heard that I needed to be a good actor and might've overdone my performance in a way even Rachel Berry would've been appalled at."
"Kurt," Blaine was a gentleman; therefore he didn't cut Kurt off, because that was impolite. It didn't mean, however, that he had to agree with the words being said.
"Don't be an idiot."
It didn't stop Kurt from looking taken aback, almost making Blaine apologize and take his words back.
Almost.
"I understand I'm not the most competent at relationships or romance, but I do understand love."
His hazel eyes softened and he smiled,
"And I wanted you to know that I love you too."
Kurt's smile was so wide it threatened to split his face in two.
"Blaine-"
"Ah, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hummel! Just the two lads I was looking for!"
Kurt suddenly developed homicidal tendencies towards History teachers.
"Professor Reinstein, sir!" Blaine greeted, slipping his hand into Kurt's.
The action wasn't gone unnoticed, "I'm sorry; I wasn't interrupting anything, was I? David and Wes kindly pointed me in your direction."
"No," Kurt grated out, forcing a smile, thinking violent things were going to happen to two certain councilmen, "Nothing that can't be taken care of later."
Reinstein clapped his hands, "Fantastic! Walk with me boys."
They strolled into Quincey, hushing their voices as they reached the common room.
"Have I got a proposition for you two…"
Some could say that coming into one of Professor Reinstein's AP History classes were boring, but over the course of the week, they were quite the opposite.
It was some type of extra credit, the teacher had explained, getting Kurt, Blaine, Wes, David, Thad, Jeff, and Flint out of various classes to "perform" their skit to the other classes.
And with Kurt and Blaine officially going out, they could alter some parts for their pleasure, like say, adding a couple of kisses into the mix. And while there were many faux jeers from the other contestants (not so much faux with Flint) everyone was so happy that they had finally gotten together.
As the boys relaxed in the Warbler rehearsal room, David and Wes struck up conversation concerning the two lovebirds.
"You guys, there was so much sexual frustration between you two that we couldn't believe either of you didn't start, like, dry-humping-"
Kurt plugged his ears, "Don't need to hear this, la la la!"
"Blaine," David wondered, "How do you even mange to tap that? All the prude-ness that he's radiating off right now…"
Blaine swatted David, "He's not some possession I siphon off sexual deeds from, David!"
The two turned to Wes and Kurt, the latter saying various sexual things to try and see which would make Kurt blush the hardest.
"I've always thought "thrust" was such a dirty word, I mean listen to it in a sentence: 'I'm going to thrust my-"
"Kurt! Come over here." Blaine laughed, dragging his boyfriend by the arm, winding his own arms around the countertenor's neck and resting their foreheads together.
Ignoring the retching noises Wes and David were making, the two boys shared a sweet kiss. Just as Blaine was about to pull back, Kurt swiped his tongue across the other junior's bottom lip, sticking it in Blaine's oral cavity when he opened his mouth to moan.
"Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew, I can never un-see that!" Wes hollered.
"My eyes! They're burning from all the gaaaaaaay!" David cried.
Kurt hooked an arm around Blaine's, using his other hand to wipe at a small trail of saliva.
"For your information, David, I am not a prude." He said haughtily.
"I'll take your word for it next time, okay?"
"Why'd you do that to us? You should be thanking us!" Wes tutted, moving to the council desk to grab his beloved gavel.
"What, why should we be thanking you?" Blaine asked incredulously, regaining his senses, which had been a little hard to do when your boyfriend casually shoves his tongue down your throat.
"Because," David said matter-of-factly, "We were the ones to suggest the idea to professor Reinstein."
"Actually, I know a few other things I'd like to do instead of thanking you-"
Blaine glared, looking at Kurt for conformation.
Kurt had other ideas. He was silent for a moment, clutching onto Blaine's arm a little harder than necessary.
"Thank you." He said with sincerity.
Wes and David smiled, taking their seats as councilmen.
"Attention Warblers, the meeting is about to begin."
End.